Louis' House | night fifty ninePainting your body,
with beautiful scars.
An art to nobody;
Pieces to your parts.Rain pouring off your eyes,
Thunder mimics your mess,
Lightning strikes twice,
Your storm shows all your weaknesses.•
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Tess: (voice message) Louis... (pauses) He's still (sighs) missing. I'm sorry.
(Louis places phone on the side)
Louis: (soaked from the rain) The sky's crying again, Hazza. Weatherman said there's a huge storm tomorrow, and I can't help but wonder where have you gone? (cries again) I've gotten the chance to talk with Tess and ask how the search is going, and she told me there's no progress. (sniffles)
(puts beanie on)
Louis: (coughs) Don't worry, I'd continue to look for you. (tears up)
(touches necklace around his neck)
Louis: (crying) Remember when I told you that if you'd figure out who owns this necklace you can keep it? (coughing more/smiles) I own it Harry. The necklace's mine. And no matter what happens, I still can't give it to you. Because the ship is yours, and I have the anchor. You have yours around your neck all this time, Harry– But you forgot.
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s o n g | Sad Song - We The Kings ft. Elena Coats
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Sweet Creature • larry au ✓
FanfictionEvery night he stands in the middle of the road ㅡ I'm only there to pick him up. © DifferentButGood_1D 2017